being sOmething sO much mOre than i is cOnfusing. the feeling Of sOmething gnawing On my flesh and bOnes prevails but it is nOt i whO is being devOured by maggOts and ticks. in a way it is sOmewhat calming that i knOw that whatever agOny i may feel will be felt elsewhere but the agOny is still agOny nOnetheless. i hear cries Of pain i did nOt experience and sObs and mOurns Of funerals i had nOt attended. its deafening. i feel my flesh decaying when i myself am fOr the mOst part Okay because anOther me is feeling it in real time. i cannOt stand it. i cannOt stand feeling nOthing. it is nOt real here but i feel it, i hear it, i smell it, and i can see it. perhaps the i that i am currently isn’t the i that even began typing. perhaps the i that started typing has already died. but i am still here. #psychOlOgicalhOrrOr #eldritchhOrrOr #gOre
i have never read sömething möre relatable ever
and what aböut yöu? Shöuldnt that be nöt nörmal tö YÖU?
well, it prObably shOuldn’t be happening tO anyOne but it just sO happens it happened tO i. i sOrt Of cOuldn’t imagine it any Other way.